tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27799321112171448052016-09-07T23:34:31.155-05:00My thoughts for the day.Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-48973449123014659002015-06-22T09:09:00.000-05:002015-06-22T09:09:08.743-05:00TodayI don't need the calendar to remind me of this day.&nbsp; My heart knows it is coming, my subconscious tells my entire being that it is here.&nbsp; Without thinking it is in my mind and the countdown begins to remind me of the worst day of my life.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />I don't need anyone to tell me of all my blessings, I truly know.&nbsp; I am strong, I put on a good face, I will always miss my girls.<br /><br />I love you girls.&nbsp; Always and forever.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVOXA8SV78c/VYgW0svB0mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WF4MWH6kpmo/s1600/d2063ad00166539528e76d9d1184a470%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVOXA8SV78c/VYgW0svB0mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WF4MWH6kpmo/s320/d2063ad00166539528e76d9d1184a470%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNegyqODpi4/VYgW09ByFRI/AAAAAAAAATU/66PwUGkYN-o/s1600/Elizabeth-Edwards-If-you-know-someone%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNegyqODpi4/VYgW09ByFRI/AAAAAAAAATU/66PwUGkYN-o/s320/Elizabeth-Edwards-If-you-know-someone%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3kQDaP3RyM/VYgW0kt-ZjI/AAAAAAAAATg/MIFNrzbipDc/s1600/f15d9a0ca4f6d5bd5a8182f1e91856f1%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3kQDaP3RyM/VYgW0kt-ZjI/AAAAAAAAATg/MIFNrzbipDc/s1600/f15d9a0ca4f6d5bd5a8182f1e91856f1%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rawU8Xl7zKg/VYgW1EqNl9I/AAAAAAAAATY/APa0EgyFqPQ/s1600/imagesCADG46H7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rawU8Xl7zKg/VYgW1EqNl9I/AAAAAAAAATY/APa0EgyFqPQ/s1600/imagesCADG46H7.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Hf8fB_iDio/VYgW1Q84eWI/AAAAAAAAATo/dw-QKswMSbk/s1600/imagesCAJ2DYDO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Hf8fB_iDio/VYgW1Q84eWI/AAAAAAAAATo/dw-QKswMSbk/s1600/imagesCAJ2DYDO.jpg" /></a></div>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-10771264421772317282014-06-24T15:29:00.000-05:002014-06-24T15:29:16.704-05:00Red White and Blue CraftAs I was reading a blog this morning I came across these mason jars on Holy Craft<br /><a href="http://www.holy-craft.com/">http://www.holy-craft.com/</a><br /><br />I knew I wanted to try them out.&nbsp; I did not have any painters tape on hand, so the lines are not perfect, and if I tried it again I would use a stencil for the stars and not free hand them.&nbsp; But over all I really like how they look.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />So even though she doesn't know me, thanks to "Holy Craft" for the idea.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eT97Xgqk8K4/U6nfgEbpX0I/AAAAAAAAASo/GITQTtLIElY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eT97Xgqk8K4/U6nfgEbpX0I/AAAAAAAAASo/GITQTtLIElY/s1600/photo.JPG" /></a></div><br />Love you girls<br />Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-55870978102325601352014-06-24T07:51:00.000-05:002014-06-24T07:51:15.693-05:00Life continuesSince I fell off the face of the earth, ummm not really, just the computer desk, life has continued.&nbsp;&nbsp; We returned from the beach this month.&nbsp;&nbsp; Such a relaxing break from everyday life.&nbsp;&nbsp; I love sitting and watching the waves, I can loose track of time just watching.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />We replaced the flowers on the crosses Sunday Morning, the anniversary of our loss.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />We had a wonderful thunderstorm about 3 am this morning, love the rain, we need it for sure.<br /><br />Some happenings from June:&nbsp; Love this photo<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LBfVP4E828/U6lzO5g0ddI/AAAAAAAAASM/6BO3jUFkqH8/s1600/IMG_7883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LBfVP4E828/U6lzO5g0ddI/AAAAAAAAASM/6BO3jUFkqH8/s1600/IMG_7883.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><br />Father's Day celebration:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVRDDFWjNZ8/U6lzfBeY57I/AAAAAAAAASY/Y50j8hZUFP8/s1600/IMG_8036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVRDDFWjNZ8/U6lzfBeY57I/AAAAAAAAASY/Y50j8hZUFP8/s1600/IMG_8036.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><br />Love you girls<br />Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-58108042055000154412012-06-18T14:03:00.001-05:002012-06-18T14:03:30.966-05:00Happy Birthday MeganAs always we spent Megan's birthday at the beach.&nbsp; We celebrated with lighted balloons and champagne on the beach.&nbsp; This year we celebrated her 25th birthday.&nbsp; It is still such a struggle for me.&nbsp; I try to hide it, and I do a good job, but I still cry.&nbsp; I miss her so very much.&nbsp; <br />I know she is thrilled that she gets us all together for a family vacation.&nbsp; Family times were important to her.&nbsp; <br />We took sand castle lessons again this year.&nbsp; Such fun!&nbsp; I love playing in the sand.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lJ_SPyIeZw/T992IsLTdfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HwhSLKPgn5s/s1600/100_3585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lJ_SPyIeZw/T992IsLTdfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HwhSLKPgn5s/s320/100_3585.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsMnHQy1z04/T996fxo-4tI/AAAAAAAAARk/ATJLTarBjeA/s1600/IMG_2300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsMnHQy1z04/T996fxo-4tI/AAAAAAAAARk/ATJLTarBjeA/s320/IMG_2300.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfICkGpVTM4/T9967MkYbqI/AAAAAAAAARs/N2unFnp3hcs/s1600/IMG_2267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfICkGpVTM4/T9967MkYbqI/AAAAAAAAARs/N2unFnp3hcs/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-69436817273452486432011-09-10T20:11:00.000-05:002011-09-10T20:11:02.065-05:00Caden's 5th birthday<table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a59324e4445304d54453d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a59324e4445304d54453d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">This <a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks.html" target="_blank">free scrapbooking design</a> personalized with Smilebox</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-46025807627327600932011-06-19T10:50:00.000-05:002011-06-19T10:50:10.517-05:00Happy Fathers Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YqI1BxCdpM/Tf4ajOaV3HI/AAAAAAAAARM/cVESp9gIzK8/s1600/june+2007_4118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YqI1BxCdpM/Tf4ajOaV3HI/AAAAAAAAARM/cVESp9gIzK8/s320/june+2007_4118.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I am so blessed to have four amazing men in my life to honor on this day.&nbsp; My husband, who has always put his children first, and taught them right from wrong and how to love.&nbsp; Next my father - in -law, who showed me what a Dad is.&nbsp; Next my son, who I have watched grow from a boy to a man and become a wonderful Daddy to his children, and my son-in-law who is the best Daddy to four of my grandchildren.&nbsp; They are all such wonderful men and Dad's.&nbsp; And I know that is not something that happens for everyone.&nbsp; I am so blessed that my children and my grandchildren have a reason to celebrate today. <br /><br />I love you girls.Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-90857573665299985912011-06-10T13:04:00.000-05:002011-06-10T13:04:07.934-05:00We had a wonderful day yesterday on the beach.&nbsp; Last night we wrote messages on balloons that I put light sticks in so they would "glow" and we released them.&nbsp; It was&nbsp;a super way to celebrate Megan's birthday.&nbsp; Then we all sat together and looked at photos of Megan and Kendall and talked about memories.&nbsp; <br />I am so blessed to have these times with my family. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2LAm8MhNRs/TfJcdLcGtzI/AAAAAAAAARI/dE5pH7iYD44/s1600/100_3236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2LAm8MhNRs/TfJcdLcGtzI/AAAAAAAAARI/dE5pH7iYD44/s320/100_3236.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div>I love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-32947332356826589082011-06-09T10:18:00.000-05:002011-06-09T10:18:28.286-05:00Happy Birthday MeganHappy Birthday Megan<br />Love you<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF6EUBrBKII/TfDkNWarIuI/AAAAAAAAARE/YuwEDwVEKMU/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF6EUBrBKII/TfDkNWarIuI/AAAAAAAAARE/YuwEDwVEKMU/s320/038.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-11436285286326319542011-05-08T08:39:00.001-05:002011-05-08T08:49:29.219-05:00Yes, I am still around.&nbsp; Since last fall I have had some rough times.&nbsp; I know that I will miss the girls forever, I know that it will never be okay, but I felt like I had fallen back down a dark hole.&nbsp; I did not share with anyone, only my wonderful hubby, I simply did nothing except go to work and come home.&nbsp; No letters, no dinners out, no Christmas cards!&nbsp;&nbsp; Pretending when anyone was around. Well, maybe we have found part of the problem.....hormones!&nbsp; Yikes, after my "surgery" last July the doc wanted to see how I would do on my own, well I didn't even thing about it affecting me.&nbsp; I am happy to say that about a month ago I called the doc and told them something was wrong. I worried that they would find nothing wrong and say I was&nbsp;depressed and put me on some meds.&nbsp; The good news was that the blood work came back "bad".&nbsp; (I say bad because it came back that my numbers were all whacked out) this was good news.&nbsp; I am happy to say that after a little more than three weeks of nice little hormone pills I am not crying everyday, I actually feel better.&nbsp; <br /><br />I know that there will always be those times that missing the girls makes me cry, I know that there will always be those moments that make the memories flood back so quickly that it takes your breath away and catches you off guard.&nbsp; And I am thankful for those memories.<br /><br />Here is an Easter Photo:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4MIPeOTLJ8/TcafOd0MxbI/AAAAAAAAARA/O72qqfpw_YE/s1600/April+2011_130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4MIPeOTLJ8/TcafOd0MxbI/AAAAAAAAARA/O72qqfpw_YE/s400/April+2011_130.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div>I love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-17510033247231070252010-09-12T11:11:00.000-05:002010-09-12T11:11:09.428-05:00Happy Anniversary and the Sunday PaperAs I was reading the paper I found this:<br />BRYANTS CELEBRATE 30TH ANNIVERSARY<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TIz7ZXLAigI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9D-DRrQnwjA/s1600/November+2008_49.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TIz7ZXLAigI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9D-DRrQnwjA/s320/November+2008_49.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Wade and Teresa Bryant were united in marriage on September 13, 1980 in Midland, Texas.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">They have been blessed with 3 children and 7 grandchildren; Trisha and Brent Lightfoot, their four children, Jonathan, Trek, Caden, and Megan Lea. Christopher and Shannon Bryant, their two children, Tyler and Madison, all of Midland, Texas. Megan and her daughter, Kendall Bryant, whom are lovingly watching over them in Heaven.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Thank you Mom and Dad for all you have done for us. We love you!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br />Here is the link: to the paper also:<br /><a href="http://www.mywesttexas.com/life/celebrations/anniversaries/article_f3e0bc29-40fe-5652-bbdd-78832dd7cb0b.html">http://www.mywesttexas.com/life/celebrations/anniversaries/article_f3e0bc29-40fe-5652-bbdd-78832dd7cb0b.html</a><br /><br />How wonderful are my children!&nbsp; Thank you all.&nbsp; We love you.<br /><br />I miss you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-68964789311386557322010-09-05T14:39:00.000-05:002010-09-05T14:39:21.327-05:00All color cakeI make cakes for the grandkids birthdays.&nbsp; I have made batman, spiderman, superman, winnie the pooh, clowns, bowling ball and pin, and even a bakugan cake.&nbsp; So when Caden was deciding his cake, he told me "I just want an all color cake".&nbsp; So here is what I did:<br />&nbsp; With a white cake mix and food colors I made all colors and swirled them.&nbsp; It turned out kinda neat.&nbsp; And best of all when Caden saw it he said <strong>" Yep, that is just what I wanted."</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; Awww...makes a Nana smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TIPwjuqW1dI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gW74AmvP0ro/s1600/august+2010_173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TIPwjuqW1dI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gW74AmvP0ro/s320/august+2010_173.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TIPwdQyRrrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WS1uvCBveeA/s320/august+2010_207.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TIPwVyr9GUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HpUMq6L7d5g/s1600/august+2010_198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TIPwVyr9GUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HpUMq6L7d5g/s320/august+2010_198.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Love you girls</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-1011474756320541472010-07-31T08:54:00.000-05:002010-07-31T08:54:07.324-05:00Kentucky and a HysterectomyWhat a title!&nbsp; LOL<br /><br />I attended a conference in Louisville Kentucky this month.&nbsp; They had some good sessions for work, so it was worth my time, and of course I got to sight see.&nbsp; Went to the Louisville Slugger Museum, if you ever have the chance it is a great tour.&nbsp; <a href="http://www.sluggermuseum.org/visitorguide.aspx">http://www.sluggermuseum.org/visitorguide.aspx</a><br /><br />Rode on the Belle of Louisville, what an awesome original steamship.&nbsp; The oldest still working.&nbsp; <a href="http://www.belleoflouisville.org/">http://www.belleoflouisville.org/</a>&nbsp;&nbsp; We went down to the steam engines and watched them work.&nbsp; <br /><br />Downtown Lousiville has a free trolley system, it was awesome to ride and see the city.&nbsp; Louisville has Fourth Street Live.&nbsp; It is like one great big party outdoors, concerts, etc.&nbsp; Jason Jones/ and&nbsp;The Dirt Drifters were playing the night we were there, (new band).&nbsp; <a href="http://www.4thstlive.com/">http://www.4thstlive.com/</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="http://www.jasonjonesmusic.com/">http://www.jasonjonesmusic.com/</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="http://www.thedirtdrifters.com/">http://www.thedirtdrifters.com/</a><br /><br />Over all it was a great time.<br /><br />And now after many issues I am recovering from a Hysterectomy.&nbsp; It is not near as bad as I thought it would be.&nbsp; The great thing is that they were able to do it as a Laparoscopic surgery.&nbsp; He was able to leave one ovary so that is a good thing, but everything else is gone.&nbsp; I had surgery Thursday morning, came home yesterday and this morning I feel pretty good.&nbsp; Gonna be sore for a while, you know how it is when they cut on your tummy, and no lifting, mopping, vacumn, etc for 4 to 6 weeks, so not too bad.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I will be happy to "pay" this small price to no longer go through what I did every month.&nbsp; <br /><br />School is starting up, I have to be back this coming week.&nbsp; Hope everyone had a great summer.<br /><br />I Love you Girls.Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-71773795778396016402010-07-11T14:20:00.000-05:002010-07-11T14:20:21.191-05:00beach photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoXuCAKZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Zz_v1x0awGE/s1600/June+2010_119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoXuCAKZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Zz_v1x0awGE/s320/June+2010_119.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoX7cqqY7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zxv5jtZHsPM/s1600/June+2010_71.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoX7cqqY7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zxv5jtZHsPM/s320/June+2010_71.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYHWzISUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G0RQXvcHlIA/s1600/June+2010_369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYHWzISUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G0RQXvcHlIA/s320/June+2010_369.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYTSvjz2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/wg88bc4-ky8/s1600/June+2010_356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYTSvjz2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/wg88bc4-ky8/s320/June+2010_356.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYdk36fXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/g3LHXIGtTV0/s1600/June+2010_332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYdk36fXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/g3LHXIGtTV0/s320/June+2010_332.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYnYju09I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_Z2R5ZeUrdU/s1600/June+2010_302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoYnYju09I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_Z2R5ZeUrdU/s320/June+2010_302.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoY1EzNUkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/a6mf02Ue-RA/s1600/June+2010_250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDoY1EzNUkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/a6mf02Ue-RA/s320/June+2010_250.JPG" /></a></div>We had a great time at the beach in June.&nbsp; The weather was perfect and we spent each day as beach bums.<br />Hunting crabs at dusk and building sand castles!&nbsp; See the&nbsp;Thomas the Train castle!&nbsp; Too cute huh?&nbsp; You can see the&nbsp;townhouse we&nbsp;have stayed at for the last two years behind our awning.&nbsp;<br /><br />I&nbsp;miss you girls.&nbsp;Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-88802741426674498192010-07-09T13:13:00.001-05:002010-07-09T13:44:33.150-05:00Some Favorite PhotosI have been sorting and cleaning the last few weeks.&nbsp; As I do I come across things that make me smile or laugh or yes even cry.&nbsp; I have found some photos recently that I love, quite a few actually, they are from before my digital camera so I think I will scan a few at a time and share.&nbsp; <br /><br />I am on the last room now, my office/scrapbook space--holy cow what a mess , but I will plow through, even though sometimes it just seems like I am moving stuff from one side of the room to the other.&nbsp; LOL<br /><br />Megan and Kendall's rooms are the exception, they are still the same.&nbsp; Sometimes it makes us pause in the hallway and shed some tears, sometimes it brings peace to walk in and sit on Megan's bed for a bit, or rock in the nursery rocker.&nbsp; Maybe one day......<br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here are some fab photos!&nbsp; I love them.&nbsp; They are all from August and September of 2004.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmFd0MFlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xTYuKAHCEOo/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmFd0MFlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xTYuKAHCEOo/s320/001.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmLVRYEpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3hUD3KUZiL4/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmLVRYEpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3hUD3KUZiL4/s320/002.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmPhKEqLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MaNPakp7MJw/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmPhKEqLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MaNPakp7MJw/s320/004.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmON13OTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BCGtmGlNOXQ/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TDdmON13OTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BCGtmGlNOXQ/s320/003.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love you girls.</span></div>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-41318511634130031482010-06-13T09:40:00.000-05:002010-06-13T09:40:39.960-05:00The Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TBTt1ecsKrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Wu78jbXK480/s1600/June+2010_21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TBTt1ecsKrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Wu78jbXK480/s320/June+2010_21.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here we are at the beach.&nbsp; We come every year to celebrate Megan and Kendall's lives.&nbsp; We arrived on Friday afternoon.&nbsp; The water and sand have been wonderful.<br /><br /><br />I love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-21463061368089077312010-06-09T07:21:00.000-05:002010-06-09T07:21:33.439-05:00Happy Birthday Megan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TA-HJpRC0XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ValNTlHf7Ug/s1600/june+2007_4150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/TA-HJpRC0XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ValNTlHf7Ug/s320/june+2007_4150.JPG" /></a></div><br />I love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-71317566305613404672010-04-03T15:28:00.000-05:002010-04-03T15:28:27.803-05:00Tyler's first game<table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455354d4441354d7a553d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Tyler's first game" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455354d4441354d7a553d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /></a><br /><br />We are keeping busy with all the spring activities.&nbsp; Tyler's first game was today!&nbsp; Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">I Love you girls</span><br /></td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td align="center"></td></tr></tbody></table>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-32285884780817075692010-03-28T14:58:00.000-05:002010-03-28T14:58:38.194-05:00This is a JourneyI have decided this is a journey, not one I would choose, not one that I like, but a journey just the same.&nbsp; I lose my way, have to make descisions about which way to go and struggle to get on track.&nbsp;&nbsp; As strange as it may sound one of the most difficult for me has been my focus and my memory.&nbsp; I never needed a calendar to remember dates or meetings, I could multi-task and talk at the same time.....that was Before.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />Before my world fell apart.....<br />Before I learned that nightmares do come true....<br />Before we lost Megan and Kendall......<br /><br />As I read everything I can get my hands on about grief and how to survive this journey I have learned that I am not alone, and that this will not change.&nbsp;&nbsp; But I can begin to adapt.&nbsp; I use a calendar,&nbsp;which I write everything on, I take notes, and I can only do one thing at a time.&nbsp; But I am not insane....this I know because of the willingness of others to write about their journey.&nbsp; They are survivors of 8 years, 10 years, 15 years and they still need help.&nbsp; So at least I know here at 2 years that I am "normal", that there is a way to make it, but it will always be a journey.&nbsp; <br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">I miss you girls.</span>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-48215162264062074992010-03-17T12:03:00.002-05:002010-03-17T12:08:53.719-05:00Happy St Patricks Day<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S6ELmDg2JXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sfK67EdzKiY/s1600-h/Kendall+St+patricks+day.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449649772501017970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S6ELmDg2JXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sfK67EdzKiY/s320/Kendall+St+patricks+day.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 298px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>Kendall on St Patricks Day 2007</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>I love you Girls</strong></span>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-33813217351927314992010-03-06T11:51:00.004-06:002010-03-06T12:05:44.956-06:00Ruidoso<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KZB6GALSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WFbC3ps7EC4/s1600-h/January+2010_67.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KZB6GALSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WFbC3ps7EC4/s320/January+2010_67.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445583157497703714" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KZA291FuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Hj5VjJIAWNQ/s1600-h/January+2010_29.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KZA291FuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Hj5VjJIAWNQ/s320/January+2010_29.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445583139478247138" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KZAN_1k6I/AAAAAAAAANs/hJzPcEKOYsU/s1600-h/January+2010_17.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KZAN_1k6I/AAAAAAAAANs/hJzPcEKOYsU/s320/January+2010_17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445583128480813986" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KY_bcTtaI/AAAAAAAAANk/HH1Fsxv_r7E/s1600-h/January+2010_10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S5KY_bcTtaI/AAAAAAAAANk/HH1Fsxv_r7E/s320/January+2010_10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445583114910021026" /></a><br />In January we took a trip with Trisha and her family to Ruidoso. We stayed in a beautiful "cabin" (house) up in the mountains. We had a wonderful time. We celebrated Trisha's birthday and enjoyed the peace and quiet. We kept Miss Megan while the boys and their parents went snow tubing, and we watched the kids for Trisha and Brent to go to the casino. Wade was the resident chef so we ate very well! Feeding the deer that walked up to the porch each day was a blast. It did not snow while we were there, but there was enough on the ground to have fun. And it was a good thing we took the jeep, going up those roads was "exciting"?<br /><br />I love you girls.Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-53333283309524714682010-02-15T10:47:00.003-06:002010-02-15T10:56:56.955-06:00Kendall Maddie's Birthday<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S3l8qILp7XI/AAAAAAAAANc/uPYsRkVKAJ4/s1600-h/madison_3567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/S3l8qILp7XI/AAAAAAAAANc/uPYsRkVKAJ4/s320/madison_3567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438515088219303282" /></a><br /><br />Kendall's third birthday was this weekend. We released balloons with messages on them. Wade and I talked about how we see her, what she looks like. <br /><br /><br />I ♥ you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-3994602462815920262009-12-24T10:41:00.002-06:002009-12-24T10:47:46.218-06:00blessings<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/SzOaQ-bG60I/AAAAAAAAANM/_Jkpng6P3ng/s1600-h/December+2009_52.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/SzOaQ-bG60I/AAAAAAAAANM/_Jkpng6P3ng/s320/December+2009_52.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418844393082121026" /></a><br /><br />It took us many tries to get this photo, and it is still not perfect. But we had a blast trying. Imagine if you can 6 adults making faces, noise and shaking toys trying to get six kids, who either think photos are dumb or are more interested in getting candy, to look at the camera much less smile all at the same time. It is too funny. <br /><br />Love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-35722062535330786392009-11-08T17:24:00.001-06:002009-11-08T17:26:01.104-06:00Super Bowl Champs<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d54497a4d4449794e7a413d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Kick Off" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d54497a4d4449794e7a413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></table><br /><br />Jonathan's team went all the way and as of today they are the champions in their division! Congrats!<br /><br /><br /><br />love you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-32449259247092672102009-09-19T20:00:00.002-05:002009-09-19T20:06:15.933-05:00Family Photos<div>For Mother's Day (yes I know it was in May) the kids gave me a coupon for a family photo shoot. Well finally we managed to get it done today! Here is a wonderful photo!</div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383349413453829234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlcYlX8Hxig/SrV_xPK5FHI/AAAAAAAAANE/FJz2k_TIIkM/s320/Bryant+008.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Ilove you girlsScraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779932111217144805.post-27197391541842214412009-07-29T13:12:00.002-05:002009-07-29T13:39:40.164-05:00SilenceI have been struggling with how to put into words where I am now. I still hurt daily and I have the knowledge that no matter how much someone cares, they just cannot understand where I am and how I feel. And I pray that they never have to. <br /> I received an email today called The Sounds Of Silence. It was written by some parents who lost their 22 year old son six years ago. If it has been six years for them, I guess I know that this is forever. I changed the names in his letter, but here it is.<br /> <span style="font-family:verdana;">The sounds of <strong>silence</strong> are everywhere—it is the <strong>silent</strong> pain of the loss of our daughter and granddaughter, it is the <strong>silence </strong>of our home because one of our children is gone, and it is the <strong>silence</strong> of the sudden quiet that comes over people when we mention Megan and Kendall.<br /> We have become both better and worse in the <span style="color:#cc66cc;">two</span> years since Megan and Kendall died. We are better because we are able to get on with our lives and even enjoy ourselves occasionally. We have gotten worse because, as the years go by, we feel their loss more deeply.<br /> We feel their loss every time we participate in a celebration marking some milestone of our friends and relatives or their children. We feel the loss because any celebrations of our own will always be incomplete—two people will always be absent and not there to celebrate with us or to enjoy their own milestones. The pain of their absence is always present at these events.<br /> When Megan and Kendall died, the pain of their loss was a sharp acute screaming pain that tore a hole inside of us. Now, the pain is a <strong>silent</strong> quiet steady pain. The hole is still inside us, covered by a scar, but it is still there. It only screams out loud sometimes now and more often just remains as a quiet steady and never-ending ache and sadness—a <span style="color:#333333;"><strong>silent</strong></span> pain.<br /> The <strong>silence </strong>of our home is a different kind of quiet. By now, if Megan and Kendall had lived, they may have been out on their own. We might have been “empty nesters” anyway. But, when a home becomes empty because of the death of a child, it is a different kind of empty nest. Trisha and Christopher are married and out on their own, the way it should be. But, Megan and Kendall are gone for a different reason.<br /> So, the <strong>silence</strong> of our empty nest is not the <strong>silence</strong> of knowing we raised three children and now they are out leading their own lives. Instead it is the <strong>silence</strong> of a home that is empty because one child is gone forever—of having to deal with the reality that phone calls only come from two children, not three; that only two children stop by for a visit, not three; that one child is forever gone from the nest. There is a <strong>silence</strong> in our home that often seems to pervade every space. It is a sad <strong>silence</strong>, not the temporary quiet of a happy home.<br /> And then, there is the <strong>silence</strong> of relatives and friends when we talk about Megan and Kendall—not about their death but about the things they did while alive. It is as if Megan and Kendall have become a forbidden topic because they died, as if their death wiped out the 22 years, or 4 months they did live. It occurs when a relative whispers that our daughter and granddaughter died when someone asked how they were—like their life and what happened to them was a big secret. It occurs when people suddenly get a funny look on their faces and don’t know what to say next when you mention something about Megan and Kendall. It occurs when you get the feeling that people want to avoid you because you remind them of a horror that could happen to anyone. It is a <strong>silence</strong> that reminds you that your emotions and feelings are different from that of others and that you will always have to live with the sounds of <strong>Silence</strong> resulting from your child’s death. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I miss you girls.</span> <br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>Scraptabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217152539016341059noreply@blogger.com3